I kept the keyring
Four friends who record in a garage and refuse to move to a real studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 92
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.41
- vocal at
- 4.6s
- length
- 3:31
- language
- En
lyrics
I slid the brass key off your chain At the west side table by the screen door latch You said, “Just bring the lock back plain” I folded my hands around the little steel catch Now the ring sits heavy in my coat Beside the receipt from Mound Street Deli One key for your place, one for my note And the rest of it jingle when I turn the key I kept the keyring I kept the keyring I kept the keyring I kept the keyring You can have the door I took the bus past North Market stalls With your old label tucked in my back jean seam At 5:12, in the pale gray hall I put the key on the counter by the vending machine You only asked for the one that fit But the ring stayed warm in my pocket till dawn I walked back home with the empty split And every little circle still hanging on I kept the keyring I kept the keyring I kept the keyring I kept the keyring You can have the door If you ever need that brass again I’ll leave it by the blue mailbox down your block But the ring is mine, and that’s the end A small tin circle and a dented lock I kept the keyring I kept the keyring I kept the keyring I kept the keyring You can have the door
